Vie woke to an empty bed. She found herself saddened by this. Looking around she saw a folded piece of paper resting against the lamp on her night table. Reaching out a snowy arm from beneath the covers, Gambit must have covered her up before leaving, and took the paper. She unfolded it and saw flowing scrawl.
Cher Vie,
Je suis désolé pour devoir partir vous aime ceci. Mais vous savez que je ne peux pas rester. Je visiterai encore bientôt. Si ce remède travaille et vous voulez rentrer, je vous prendrai quand vous êtes prêt.
L'amour,
R
(Translation: Dear Vie. I'm sorry I had to leave you. But you know I couldn't stay. I will visit again soon. If this cure works and you're willing to come home, I'll pick you up. Love, R.)
Vie smiled to herself and folded the note up, sticking it in her pocket. She looked to the lamp again and saw a playing card half sticking out. She pulled it out and looked at it. It was an average bicycle card, the scrawling design and cherubs in black. Flipping it over she saw the ace of hearts. Vie chuckled as she slid the card to join the note. "LeBeau, you hopeless romantic," she whispered to herself. She had his heart.
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Beast had come in half an hour later. Vie was up and dressed. "Hey, doc. How's the results looking?"
"Very promising," he smiled. "We'll watch for another week to be safe before we make you more. Now let's look at Logan's handiwork," he nodded to her side. Vie smirked at his little crack.
She lay on her bed, which she had made upon getting out of it, to allow Beast access to her side. He cut the bandaging to reveal the stitches. She lifted her head to look down at it. After having it nearly a week, the wound wasn't quite the angry red it was, and the discoloration surrounding the gashes was receding. The skin around the stitches wasn't quite so puckered. "It's doing a lot better," Vie said.
"Much. You're healing very well and quickly. You may only need two more weeks with the stitches rather than three," Beast said optimistically.
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Vie sat out in the yard under a large oak tree with Rouge and Kurt. It was twilight and Vie hadn't been awake long. "No. I never met Mystique. I tried to keep track of her, but she's a tough one to follow."
They sat there a moment, watching the sun as it started it's decent into the horizon. "We're an odd family," Kurt mused.
Vie chuckled. "Very. I hadn't known I'd be getting a brother when I came to meet my sister."
"Ah went from no family to two siblings in a year," Rouge thought aloud. "What will ya do if this cure works?" Vie frowned, she didn't need her powers to know what answer Rouge was hoping for. Unfortunately, it wasn't the truth.
"Go back," Vie said simply.
"Why would you go back to Magneto?" Kurt asked.
"I was raised to honor my loyalties. You two were lucky to have the good guys get to you before it was too late. I never got a chance to be a good guy and now it's far too late for me to change."
"Ya could try to be an X-Man fir a while," Rouge offered up.
Scythe shook her head. "I'd never be able to stop killing, even if I wanted to. But I'm an assassin and I like what I do."
"Logan used to kill all the time," Kurt insisted.
"And that man has a sense of morality unlike any I've ever seen. No one but Wolverine could do what he's done and still be a good man." Vie shook her head. "I'm sorry. I really am. But I'm an Acolyte now. That doesn't mean I'll stick with Magneto forever. And if I were an X-Man I wouldn't stay for too long. I don't do well in one spot. But I will always take care of you. Both of you," she said, staring them down. "Now," she said standing up. "I believe Kurt has a chemistry exam in the morning and Anna needs to finish a paper."
They groaned and stood. "What is it with ya an school?" Rouge asked.
"I never went. And being well educated is part of me looking out for your well-being. Good education means good job. Good job means a better life. As much as it sucks now, you'll thank me for it when you're thirty."
Rouge scoffed. "Only twelve more years."
Vie chuckled. "Come here," she pulled Rouge into a hug, her powers allowing Rouge's cheek to touch Vie's. "Go do your paper," she said releasing Rouge. "You too, fuzzy man," she said pulling Kurt into a hug. "I'm glad she has you," she whispered to Kurt before releasing him. The two walked away and Scythe leaned against the tree.
"Yer a good sister," Wolverine's gruff voice came from the other side of the tree.
"How long have you been there?" Vie asked, watching the sun, it was now half buried in the horizon.
"Long enough t' hear ya call me a good man," he said, walking around to her. "Ya think rather highly of me."
"You're the best at what you do."
"An' what I do isn't very nice."
Vie smiled. "Maybe some of what you do isn't. You're about more than killing, Logan. You're about surviving." She turned to him. "I wish you would see that."
"Survival ain't always pretty," he growled.
Vie put her hands on his broad chest and leaned into him. "No. But sometimes it can be."
Wolverine looked down at her lustfully. "Yer the best at what ya do, girlie."
Scythe chuckled and gave him a soft kiss. "I know."
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Four days went by with steady results. Vie hadn't coughed once since Beast injected her. Scythe lay on her bed at two in the morning. She was sketching on a piece of scrap paper with a pencil. She sighed, she missed her sketchbook and pens. The playing card lay next to her on the bed. Vie looked at the playing card. She picked it up and flipped it in her fingers for a minute, thinking of the man who left it with her. "Remy knew you'd be up." Scythe looked up and saw a smiling Gambit step from the shadows.
"Hey there, Cajun," she smiled.
"How are you doing, petit?" he asked walking over to her.
"Good. Not one fit yet."
"And your side?" he nodded to her side. She lifted her shirt and pulled the bandages up. He kneeled beside the bed to get a close look. "Lookin' good, chère," he said stoically. Vie sensed anger in Gambit.
"You're pretty mad aren't you, LeBeau?" she asked, letting Gambit run his fingers over her stitches.
He looked up at her. "I didn't mean to get you hurt, belle."
Vie ran a moon colored hand through Gambit's hair. "I know. It's ok."
He shook his head. "No, Vie, it's…" She cut him off by putting a slender finger to his lips. Gambit looked up at her with those smoking eyes. She gently grabbed his face and pulled him up to her. He put his hands on either side of Vie and she pulled his lips to hers. Gambit lay his body over Vie's, holding his weight on his hands. Vie ran her hands through Gambit's hair. They kissed passionately, Scythe clinging to Gambit.
"Remy," she hissed into his ear.
"Chère, I've missed hearin' you say my name." He kissed a trail down her neck to her collar bone. Gambit nibbled on her collar bone. This induced a shiver from Vie.
Gambit was so gentle with Vie as he ran his hands over her body. "Remy," she purred, encouraging Gambit. He captured her lips again and she ran her nails down the hard lines of his stomach. He unzipped her pants and slid his hand beneath her underwear. Vie moaned. "Oh, Remy," she gasped as he stroked her intimately. She arched her back as Gambit quickened his pace. Their tongues twirled together. Vie struggled to keep enough focus on Gambit's lips to keep kissing. But Gambit wasn't letting up. He sucked on her milky neck. Vie bit her lip, her nails digging into Gambit's back.
Gambit was unrelenting and Vie's pleasure was building. She couldn't take anymore. "Say my name, chère," Gambit hissed in her ear.
Vie was struggling to breathe. She let a squeak before managing to gasp out, "Remy," as she climaxed. Gambit slowed his pace and stroked her gently as she quivered. Scythe kissed Gambit sweetly as he pulled his hand out from her pants.
"When're ya comin' back wit Remy?" he asked after he let her catch her breath for a minute.
"Four or five days. Why? You miss me?" she teased.
"Everyday, chère. Piotr has been wonderin' about ya and Magneto finally noticed you were gone."
"Hm, what'd he say?" she asked, running a hand through his hair.
"I told 'im you went to see your mothah."
She smirked. "Nice one, diable."
"You ever gunna tell me where ya heard dat, petit?"
Her smirk disappeared. "You wouldn't like the answer."
Gambit shifted so he sat beside Vie. He draped an arm over her shoulders. "You can tell me anyt'in', chère."
"Well… I suppose I could tell you. I mean you left a long time ago, and I left nearly two years ago…"
"Left what, belle?" he asked, looking down to her.
"I'm a Ripper. They adopted me to have a mutant of their own. Someone that could help them when they had to face you and your powers. They raised me to kill you."
Part of Gambit still held some sense of family loyalty to the Thieves Guild. He was shocked to hear this, that Vie had known him her entire life and was meant to kill him. "Why keep dis from me?" he asked. Vie could hear some hurt behind the question.
"Because at one point I almost went through with it." Vie stared at Gambit's lap blankly. "A year, year and a half ago, when you came back to New Orleans with Rogue to save Jean Luc. You hadn't been back to New Orleans for a long time so we kidnapped your father to lure you back. I was going to do it. You never noticed I was there. But then I saw Rogue."
"Guess she really is m' lucky lady."
"I left after that. Haven't been home since." She ran a nail along Gambit's thigh, absentmindedly. "I'd always been told you were le diable blanc. That you were bad for our family. That you'd destroy us."
Gambit put a hand under her chin and tilted her head to face him. "Chère, le diable blanc come from a prophecy of a man wit demon eyes that unite de two clans. When Jean Luc find me, he t'ink dat I de man." Vie knew Gambit was trying to comfort her, but it only made her feel worse. That she nearly killed the man that was supposed to make everything better, instead she made things so much worse.
"I'm so sorry, Remy."
"It not your fault, petit. You did what dey tell you was righ'. Remy done his share of t'ings he regret dat he done 'cause he was told." He kissed her forehead. "But I am glad you didn' do it," he teased.
Vie rolled her eyes. She slid down in the bed slightly and sunk into Gambit's side, resting her head on his chest. "You're going to be gone when I wake, aren't you?"
Gambit chuckled. "Yes, mon chère. But I won' leave till your asleep."
She closed her eyes and sunk further into Gambit. "Ok. I'll see you soon, diable.
"See you soon, angel."
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Sorry if my French note was awful. I translated best I could. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the chapter.